Standing on the shore we wait, but for what I don't
know.
Vivian has said nothing, but I feel that she has bid me
to silence. There! I see a barge coming thrue the mist. But how
did they know? We sounded no horn.
Standing on the barge as it makes it's way back thrue
the mists, I feel almost faint. We have traveled into another
relm. The sun is shining where only moments ago it was dreary
and dark. Many priestesses await us on the shore
welcoming us home.